A girl's beloved dog, a grisly nightmare.*

I had a really disturbing pair of dreams. The sort where you wake up with a jerk, are faced with the after-image of the dream burnt into your retinas, and promptly call in the Amnesiatic Team for a clean up while you huddle under the covers. And then, throughout the day, get the Amnesiatic Team to do a few clean-up checks. Thankfully, though, I can't remember much of either. (Though what I can certainly makes me want to fire the Amesiatics.)

( Image the first: not for the squeemish. )

( Image the second )

Oh gods, I'm freaked out all over again. (ETA: Especially after reading the news articles behind today's quote. *high-pitched eeee*) ursulav's**** dreams are better.


In other news, Stardust is out in Leiden, so I've emailed one of the girls I met at the 3 Oktober celebrations to see if she wants to go with. I've been trying to get a hold of Alberto, but no luck. I'm considering going to the Escher museum this weekend (as I have considered for the past 3 or so weekends.)

I'm listening to the Dutch radio, some Classic Rock station, which is great after 2 years of none of that stuff. (The commercials are bloody annoying, even without the dutch.) The wierd thing is that the radio station's signature add, which is in English, is too much like CHOM 97.7 FM's (distracted, I actually thought it was CHOM - oh my heart, it did break), and now they're playing all of Dark Side of the Moon, which CHOM also did a few years back. Bizarre.

Also, have burning itch to write (but no inspiration) and slight desire to make icons. This last is a bit easier, as there's a few bunny.co.uk icons I want to make, and maybe some xkcd. (And not amazingly, bunny did an xkcd crossover, which is wonderful. I love bunny and its crossovers. It's had Dr Who, Pope Palpatine c/o Metaquotes...)

I also wikied Montreal. Which means that I've learnt interesting new tidbits, like: ( Read more... )

It also means I've gone a bit teary-eyed from looking at the pictures (mouse-hover for link-descriptions): Stowed away in a Montreal lumber room / The Discobolus standeth and turneth his face to the wall; / Dusty, cobweb-covered, mained and set at naught, / Beauty crieth in an attic and no man regardeth: / O God! O Montreal!. *misses Monty* (Link quotes by Samuel Butler.)


Links of the Day:
James Blunt's song 1973 needs to be Life-of-Mars-ified.
On metaquotes, a metaquote about the Gay Bomb the USA Army investigated into brings on comments about how to turn the moon into a disco ball. I think it would be lovely.
The ignoble awards list bizarre, possibly useless but nonetheless fascinating research topics. "You've been doing what?" I keep thinking of these people telling their friends and family they're spending years of their lives trying to cure hamster jetlag, or extract vanilla from cow excrement, and don't know whom to pity more.


* Thread title about a grisly and higly disturbing crime. Again, not for the squeemish. ( Read more... )

** Oh gods, it's R notation...
*** Sounds a bit like Neil Gaiman's The Price, that bit.
**** Who thankfully is doing better and doing art (which comes with the traditional hilarious description/story, the beginning of which is: The Unfortunate Carousel was the life's work of the regrettable Eighteenth Amir of Sarappa, who dedicated himself to creating the most lavish, elaborate, and grotesque carousel ever made.